One of Those Days.

Today is one of those days.

Not the day you wake up tired,
burn your toast, and trip
on nothing but your own existence.

Today is one of those days.
Not the day you urge to pass
and semi-sleepwalk through,
forgetting even as you're living.

Today is one of those days:
when you walk a slower pace,
awed by traffic lights,
and floored that you've been granted life.

You smile at waving trees,
inhale the crisp Fall breeze like incense
as you're led in dance by Earth.

Today is one of those days. 

Yesterday, I woke up. I got dressed, I packed my backpack with all my books- journals, poetry books, a sketchbook, a notebook- and headed outside into a perfectly average Sunday. Except that as I walked outside holding an apple in my mouth (because what's a girl to do with full hands but the need to put keys in a pocket?), I was overcome by the immense beauty of such an average, Fall Sunday. 

So I went to get coffee and sit in the corner of the shop for a few hours, doing the usual: reading, writing, journaling, and people-watching (of course I'm back today, to write this blog). But yesterday, I sat and wrote freely about the feeling of that day- one of those days. You know the ones I mean- they're completely average. It's not like you win the lottery, or run into your favorite celebrity, or get engaged. It might even be, overall, kind of subpar.  

But in its all-encompassing normalcy, in its introverted insignificance, in its absolute simplicity... therein lies the marvel. 

For me, there's always one quiet moment where the realization plops itself down on my lap and fills me with a vast sense of wonder and serenity. 

It could be a moment between conversation during an early Fall morning, when you've just gotten home for a long-weekend's visit and are picking Fall raspberries with your mom in an otherwise deserted patch.

It could be a moment when you're weaving through the crowd at a cold, rainy morning's Farmer's Market with one of your closest, dearest friends, and somehow feel contrarily warm and sunny. 

Or, it could be a seemingly normal Fall Sunday when you walk outside to go get coffee, breathe in the crisp air, and are about take a bite out of a beautiful, sweet little gift from Earth. (And then inevitably, ever-so-elegantly drool a little bit when you stop mid-bite, mouth open and teeth lodged in an apple, to try to take a pic. And then laugh about it to yourself).

My free-writing scribbled over the course of many pages in my journal, but as I went back to try to use the scraps to form an actual poem, I found that there were two clearly different tones I'd written in. Therefore, I ended up dividing them into 2 poems on the unassuming wonder that was yesterday. 

The first was at the top, which I began with, and below you will find the second. They have a lot of similarities (can you tell I enjoy implementing repetition? or that we talked about iambic meters in my poetry class this past week?). I'm not sure which I like better, or which one does the feeling of the day more justice. But in both cases, please read with kindness (: and, during hours or days or weeks that seem like nothing to write home about, allow the beauty of the small moments to fill you up. 

Today's a day where Time must yearn to tarry.
(Isn't this impossible notion sad?
The way that Minute never has a longer 
lifespan than a minute; never has
a way to linger. It can only pass).

A day the Seasons- Winter, Summer, Spring-
and every transitional day between hear tell of
in their passings; not with envy, but with
longing for this marvelous day they missed-
a day of perfect alignment, coordinated grace
between our Mother (Earth) and Father (Time).

Today's a day each season dreams of giving
to carefree children romping, doting couples
strolling hand-in-hand, in-hand with Time;
compelled yet unconcerned by Day's restrictions-
bindings always whispering tick and tock.

Today's a day all weeks, and months, and ages
evermore recount with tender indulgence.
A Fall day so sublime, yet lost forever,
save for in the minds of those who notice.
Minute, Day, the Months, and Seasons see-
Today's a day where Time must yearn to tarry. 

Happy Monday, everyone (: